Sunday, June 5, 2011

Dancing in Summer Winds

Soft scenes consume our collective memories in the sweetest roarWhen the moon spills out its heart into what we feelWe find ourselves looking back at the paths we walked uponAt the small things because we wish to breathe inThe simple dust of youth from our heels

We steal away to places where our souls sang in summer windsLeaving the silence that has been ours to chooseNo longer turning our backs on small things we treasureWe breathe in that which softens our heartsFrom the weathered soles of our shoes

Looking up with faces that now smile, we can surely recallOpening those doors full of warmth once againWe still find delight in small things that we treasuredAnd though it seems that it has been foreverOur feet still dance in summer winds